Gherrek Ironarm was not a patient male, he may not be the sharpest axe on the rack but he did things efficiently and effectively. He was now wondering why and regretting giving his mate Karagar Spiritfist the map for this little jaunt into the woods to find a reputed cache of hidden treasure. Karagar had the sense of direction of a blind mouse that had eaten a kilo of sugar.

"Kara..just gimme the zoggin' map alright?"
The bigger Mok'nathal Shaman looked at his mate, frustration evident in his eyes as he turned the map one way, then the other.
"Just gimme a minute alright, nearly got it sorted an we'll be on our way." The Shaman replied, sounding more like he was trying to reassure himself as well as the warrior.
"Uh-huh...ya turnin' that map more times than a gear in a clock."
"Rrrrrr...yer askin' for a punch.."
The warrior snorted. "And if I let ya keep that damn map we're gonna be 'ere until we die of old age!"
"We ain't zoggin' lost!" Karagar said, tilting the map as if trying to view it side on. Gherrek groaned, putting a hand on his face. It was going to be a long day...

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